The Woman Who Mastered Fear

Mastery, a spell cast with faith's own light,

A dance of courage in the darkest night.

It's the will to rise above the mind's own fray,

To conquer the chaos that holds us at bay.

It's the bravery to face the ruinous friend,

To let go of the chains that no longer mend.

With precision, we seek the root of our plight,

In the garden of thought, we tend to what's right.

Mind over heart, a conscious choice we make,

To let go of fear, for our own sake.

Worry wanders off, its message unsaid,

Left in an empty lot, where it will fade and shed.

Each step is measured, a path we define,

To understand the journey, to truly align.

The undercurrents of addiction we face,

We learn to define, to find our own grace.

Fear serves no good, it's a truth we must see,

A chastity belt that binds us to be free.

A canvas blank, brushes dry and strings unstrung,

Until freedom reigns, and we are among.

Abnormalities shed, fears are cast aside,

Mastery achieved, with pride we stride.

It's a woman's feat, a testament true,

To the strength within us all, and what we can do.